So until I actually learn Korean, I’ll just continue to use Google Translate to attempt to convey my message. I can’t ever write the word “Ill” without thinking about the Beastie Boys.
This week was wholly unproductive in terms of the Move to Korea agenda. I was sick and then C got sick so not only did I totally not do ANYTHING around the house, I did less than normal. I’m wracking my brains for something. I did get a weird stupid glitch on my computer [Address Book you are my FOE!} fixed thanks to Apple Care. My experience made me remember – 1. Why I missed working for , and 2. How awesome good customer care is.
I had such a great experience working for Apple and I really made some good friends. Two in particular. In any case, I don’t really have a lot of productive things to report. Family is coming shortly which means Cleaning All The Things. It will be interesting to figure out how to sleep two extra with all the extra furniture and crap. [sidebar: if you don’t know Hyperbole and a Half you can thank me later]
I think I have a plan for my dining room which will facilitate more space. I can already see M or CR wanting to sleep on the new couch and/or on the recliner. We’ll see how well that works.
My parents are also coming which will be nice. Good to spend time with them since we don’t know when we’re leaving and that they can spend time with all the kids together, if even for a short time. I really appreciate how much of an effort they make.
My brain is all over the place so this entry will be as well. A few updates. Crunchy attempt at baking soda shampoo lasted about a week. Then I got a real haircut and the salon stuff they used transformed my hair into something amazing. I caved and bought their shampoo. No regrets.
Also I cooked a steak for the first time tonight. Perfect medium rare rib eye. I’m a kitchen goddess. Worship me. Does anyone else worry about what Gordon Ramsay will think when they cook risotto? Is that weird? I’m going to go with “No.” I would do terrible things to be able to spend time with that man. I’m terrified of him judging/yelling at me. I’m pretty sure I’d cry but I think I would learn a lot. Or I’d hate him. Let’s just go with learn a lot.
I’m being summoned to bed, because it’s that time of night. Why do I always remember that I forgot to post when it’s late and I don’t have time to write?! Insert frustration here.
Best set of portal tattoos: I want one/several. Who’s with me?
안녕히 가세요 (goodbye)